Into Genesis and out of Jonah,raised on 3:14's and 4:9'sbetween worn leather covers usedby Daddy, in those steely preacher dayswe kneel--Our Father who ar(en)t in Heaven,hollow rings thy name.He was like Samson with hisgunning arms cut off,Daniel in the lion's denof tupperware party nights.He never did cast those stones,but not for lack of trying--Judas just kept holding himback.He loved that bastard hard,you know.I read all about crucifixions,but somewhere between first goingand second coming realizedit was Revelations that alwaysbrought us down.

Abraham may intercedethfor Sodom, sure,but Gomorrah was fresh out of luck.I cut out the words after Malachibecause God turned tail and ranfrom the Babylon Falls;

but not in His book.He cut that one on his own.

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